adonia

I went to the beach today. Sat in the sun for two hours reading and getting so scorched. I couldn't take it, there were so many teeny-boppers. Annoying little bastards. When did I get old?

I really should think about settling down and doing something with my life. I was looking at the Utne Reader today and there is this article about how 30-somethings are returning home again and how a lot of us don't identify as adults. I so know what they mean. I have no interest in being responsible. Most people at my job have been there forever. It is not the kind of company that people leave, yes, just like death row, once you're there you don't leave alive. At least, in a metaphorical sense. Working for a living breaks you. I see so many, for lack of a better word, baby-boomers who are unhappy, unfulfilled. Their children, us, are afraid to get married, afraid to put ourselves out there for anyone. It looks boring. Being an adult looks boring. They never have fun, they never get to do what they really want to do but for two weeks a year. That sucks to put it bluntly. Who wants to do that?

I have no idea where I am going with this stupid rant...excuse me while I go slit my wrists and blame my mid-life crisis.